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“That kid has heart.” - Bob Dylan on Kurt Cobain.

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 15:37:59 +0000

“That kid has heart.” - Bob Dylan on Kurt Cobain.

She may not look like much but she’s got it where it counts,...

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 15:03:22 +0000

She may not look like much but she’s got it where it counts, kid.

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Mon, 20 Feb 2012 14:57:08 +0000

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Mon, 20 Feb 2012 14:51:39 +0000

"We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done."

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 14:50:00 +0000

“We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done.”

- Alan Turing

Godspeed John Glenn

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 14:46:33 +0000

Godspeed John Glenn

“My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and...

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:33:51 +0000

“My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right?”

Charles M. Schulz

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Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:33:20 +0000

"Often when I called Edinburgh a grey town without darting sun it would light up with your beauty, a..."

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:32:18 +0000

“Often when I called Edinburgh
a grey town without darting sun
it would light up with your beauty,
a refulgent, white-starred town.”

- Sorley Maclean

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Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:31:39 +0000

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Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:29:54 +0000

My second submission.

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:58:29 +0000

My second submission.

Getting drunk at a dinner party and embarrassing yourself is...

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:57:21 +0000

Getting drunk at a dinner party and embarrassing yourself is certainly nothing new. As far back as the 9th Century, the beautifully named ‘Dunhuang Bureau of Etiquette’ insisted that local officials use the following letter template (dated 856) when sending apologies to offended dinner hosts. The guilty party would copy the template text, enter the dinner host’s name, sign the letter and then deliver with head bowed. The letter was discovered, alongside thousands of other documents, in a sealed cave library in western China.

Yesterday, having drunk too much, I was intoxicated as to pass all bounds; but none of the rude and coarse language I used was uttered in a conscious state. The next morning, after hearing others speak on the subject, I realised what had happened, whereupon I was overwhelmed with confusion and ready to sink into the earth with shame.

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Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:55:46 +0000

"I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been..."

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:53:28 +0000

“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

- Michael Jordan

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Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:51:50 +0000

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Thu, 16 Feb 2012 18:08:38 +0000

XIV The Selling of a Soul A poet struggling with the world’s condition, prostitution of...

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 21:03:07 +0000

XIV The Selling of a Soul

A poet struggling with the world’s condition,
prostitution of talents and the bondage
with which the bulk of men have been deceived,
I am not, I think, one who would say
that the selling of the soul would give respite.

But I did say to myself, and not once,
that I would sell my soul for your love
if lie and surrender were needed.
I spoke this in haste without thinking
that it was black blasphemy and perversion.

Your forgiveness to me for the thought
that you were one who would take a poor creature
of a little weak base spirit
who could be sold, even for the graces
of your beautiful face and proud spirit.

Therefore, I will say again now,
that I would sell myy soul for your sake
twice, once for your beauty
and again for that grace
that you would not take a sold and slavish spirit.

XXXVI

I should have sold my soul
without pricking of conscience for your sake:
because of your refusal I shall make of it steel
to split the rock of vicissitudes.

XXXVII

It is not the beauty of your body,
the beauty shaped in your face,
the beauty blinding my eyes
though it has gone beyond thought;
but the beauty of the spirit
that took form in your face,
the beauty of the spirit,
the heart-marrow of my love.

XXXVIII

I spoke about selling a soul
for your sake, o love:
blasphemy, blasphemy, ugly blasphemy,
a blasphemy of foolish rigmarole:
the soul sold for you would not become free,
the soul sold for your sake
would become enslaved.

XXXIX

As the slow embers of the fire
become a pure sparkling flame,
so my love for you
becomes a white adoration.

Sorley Maclean

Can you hear the sea? Something I made today in Matlab, just to...

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 21:02:48 +0000

Can you hear the sea?

Something I made today in Matlab, just to break up the Sorley Maclean love poems.